First, I am back from Montreal. I've been since Friday the 28th or something like that (it was a Friday, anyway). I guess I'll blog more about my visit eventually. For now, let us speak of dogs.
My dog is very obedient. She never steps into the living room, where she is not allowed. She also doesn't climb up to the second floor, where she also isn't allowed. And she doesn't leave our yard.
Nice as she may be, though, she has long hair. As she loves going outdoor and whatnot, her hair gets quite messy. My father got into the habit of trimming her hair a bit. He just cuts some messy bunches. Not long ago, though, he had a little accident while doing it...he injured her. When I heard this at first, I wasn't so surprised. He got those big hands, he uses a big pair of scissors that lack in sharpness, and a mess of hair is, well, messy.
It was another story when I saw the injury in question. It is disgusting. It is a large spot (larger than the tip of my thumb) of red flesh. It makes me feel all weird inside when I see it and talk about it.
You'd think a dog who is getting her flesh cut would react in some way or another. She didn't. She just stayed there while my father was doing it (of course it was accidental), and he saw what he had done only when it was too late.
Sigh. And now when she licks it (duh!), he gets angry at her.
I didn't think I did, but as I was getting a blood test anyway, I had it checked. Being told "you don't have HIV or AIDS" by your doctor is always fun.
